It may sound like a cliche for an artist to tell his story like that but the truth is that depicting the world is not an option to me. I’m intrinsically driven by a deterministic urge to do so. This quintessential force is absolutely irresistible, I have no control over it. As far back as I can remember, I’ve always been litteraly obssessed by the burning desire of becoming a painter. My journey was all traced since the beginning. I’ve spent my entire childhood possessed by the idea of entering an art school. I did it at the age of eighteen, met my wife at the Academy of Art of Brussels in 1992 and never stopped to paint her pretty face since then. When I’m not studying the effects of light, I love reading philosophy to nourish my inspiration. To put it simply, I see myself as an humble heir of Vermeer and Spinoza, lost in the lightmare of time and representation.